house. It was covered in darkness.
What if Aunt Dee wakes up and catches us out here? he wondered. I’ll be in
major trouble. My baby-sitting job will be over. No sleepaway camp…
“It’s getting late,” he told them. “We’ve got to go in.”
“But we can’t just leave these little guys out here!” Andy protested.
Evan sighed. He knew Andy was right. “Okay,” he agreed, “let’s round them up
quickly. We’ll get a bag or a bucket or something.”
The two blue blobs began bouncing in different directions.
“No! Don’t let them get away!” Evan cried. “If they split up, we’ll never
catch them.”
“I have an idea,” Kermit said. He darted across the grass and picked up the
garden hose. He turned the nozzle, and a hard spray shot out.
“I’ll keep them against the back of the garage,” he announced. “You go find
something to put them in.”
Evan watched as Kermit raised the hose and aimed the spray at the two
creatures.
The hard spray sent them both flying against the garage wall.
“It’s working!” Kermit cried. “I’ve trapped them!”
He kept the spray on them. The water pushed them back, pressing the two
creatures against the garage.
“Hurry—!” Kermit cried.
But Evan hesitated. He watched as the two creatures opened their mouths wide.
Wider. And began to gulp.
“Kermit—turn off the hose!” Evan shouted. “It’s a bad idea. They’re drinking it!”
As the stream of water shot into their gaping mouths, the creatures inflated
rapidly. They gulped the water hungrily, blowing up bigger and bigger.
“Kermit—shut off the hose!” Evan ordered.
Too late.
Another loud explosion. Another burst of water and slime.
And now Evan stared across the lawn at FOUR blue blobs!
Startled, Kermit dropped the hose. Water shot across the lawn.
Evan dove for the garage and frantically turned the water spigot. The water
dribbled to a stop.
But the four blue creatures were already lapping up water from the grass. And
growing bigger.
“We have to stop them,” Evan gasped. “We have to pick them up before they
explode again.”
He and Andy ran together, frantically reaching down to grab two of them. But
Andy stopped suddenly—and Evan ran right into her.
“Whoa!” he cried. “Why did you stop?”
“Look at them.” Andy pointed.
Evan gazed down at the bobbing creatures. They were lapping the night dew off
the grass. “What about them?” he asked impatiently.
“These four look different,” Andy replied. “Check out their faces. They’re
not smiling.”
“Who cares?” Evan shrieked. “They’re drinking! Why do we care if
they’re smiling or not? Do we want eight of them? No! So let’s get them!”
Evan leaped forward and grabbed one in each hand. One blue blob slipped out
and bounced away, squeaking loudly.
Evan wrapped both hands around the other one, determined to hold it tight.
“Get a bucket!” he told Andy. “Or a garbage bag or something!”
Then Evan let out a scream as a sharp jolt of pain shot through his arm.
He looked down. The blue creature had clamped its jaws around his wrist.
“H-help!” Evan stammered. “Owwwww! It—it’s biting me! It’s biting my
hand off!”
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Evan tugged at the creature with his free hand. “Help me! Ow! It—it’s
sucking my skin!” he wailed.
Kermit and Andy dove to his side. They both grabbed at the wet blue blob.
Andy’s hands slipped off, and she stumbled backwards.
But Kermit held on, held on with both hands. And tugged. Tugged until they
all heard a loud POP.
Kermit pulled the creature off and tossed it across the yard.
Evan rubbed his arm. “It was sucking my skin,” he moaned. “Sucking the water
out, I guess.”
Kermit started running to the house. “I’m telling Mom,” he cried. “This is
too dangerous!”
“No!” Evan grabbed Kermit around the waist. “I can’t get in any more trouble
with your mom. Let’s get them all rounded up first. If we